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I am not a writer.
I just jot down what I think. And when the words get on the page My pain begins to shrink. I am not a singer. My words just come as song. And with the glances that I get They do not last for long. I am not a dancer. I just twirl atop the ground And because I lack in confidence I like no one around. I am not an artist. I just doodle when I'm free. I dare not show another soul It's just for me to see. I am not an actress. I just know what I should say. Sometimes I play my part so well I forget my own true way. I am not a poet. I just like to write in rhyme. It really isn't much at all Just enough to pass the time.
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